He was a figure of enigma when he appeared in the village one day. Visitors from the big cities come and go. He appears at night, and wherever Leanne is, he is there when she turns her back around, and there he was where she can see him.
At first, he was very subtle and kept his distance. He has long black hair tied up with a hair ornament and pin, fair skin, and wearing a blindfold around his eyes. He's wearing a white robe with long billowing sleeves. He wears like people do in ancient times while everyone else wear modern clothes. Silent as the bright moon and stars at night, but as gentle as the spring breeze and the wind, he as mysterious for his handsomeness and beauty. When he speaks, he has a soft voice, almost song-like.
He plays a guitar and if she listens, he was singing to her. Sometimes, the songs sung by the villagers from the pubs. Some songs are love songs that he sings in his language and eventually, love songs he learns hearing over the radio in her language. Over time, she'll find his gifts, his tokens in places where she can find them. Flowers, jewelry, sweets, dolls of her favorite animals, and sometimes, envelops of money with bills and he leaves just enough to help her pay her bills, things that he somehow reads her mind in what she likes and what she needs, and not once he spoken a word other than the songs he sings to her.
Once she turns and looks at his way, he stops singing, playing his guitar, and smiles softly at her. "I'm Xingchen." He said.
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Vampire AU
At first, he was very subtle and kept his distance. He has long black hair tied up with a hair ornament and pin, fair skin, and wearing a blindfold around his eyes. He's wearing a white robe with long billowing sleeves. He wears like people do in ancient times while everyone else wear modern clothes. Silent as the bright moon and stars at night, but as gentle as the spring breeze and the wind, he as mysterious for his handsomeness and beauty. When he speaks, he has a soft voice, almost song-like.
He plays a guitar and if she listens, he was singing to her. Sometimes, the songs sung by the villagers from the pubs. Some songs are love songs that he sings in his language and eventually, love songs he learns hearing over the radio in her language. Over time, she'll find his gifts, his tokens in places where she can find them. Flowers, jewelry, sweets, dolls of her favorite animals, and sometimes, envelops of money with bills and he leaves just enough to help her pay her bills, things that he somehow reads her mind in what she likes and what she needs, and not once he spoken a word other than the songs he sings to her.
Once she turns and looks at his way, he stops singing, playing his guitar, and smiles softly at her. "I'm Xingchen." He said.
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